“You—you——”
“If you call me any more names, I’ll knock you down again.”
Chet’s manner was so aggressive that Josiah Graham retreated several feet. A few persons had witnessed his fall, and a crowd began to collect.
“What’s the trouble?”
“Is it a fight?”
“Do you want a policeman?”
“No, we don’t want any policeman,” said Andy in alarm. “Chet, we had better get out of this,” he whispered. “If we don’t, we’ll all be taken to the station house!”
“Your uncle is the meanest man I ever met! He ought to have a sound thrashing!” answered Chet, recklessly.
“I know, but we don’t want to have the police come down on us.”
“I’ve a good mind to have the law on yer!” howled the man who had been knocked down.